Two off the list…

Well, I’ve finished the first draft of ‘You Must Be,’ my story about personal identity and the roles we are asked to play in society. It must be about time for a birthday; this story is pure, unadulterated angst, but I think it works.

Also, it has a soundtrack; Fiona Apple’s unreleased songs ‘Extraordinary Machine’ and ‘A Better Version of Me.’

(Actually, all my stories have associated music. It would be a glorious day if I could release a soundtrack to a fiction anthology. I do want to write a book that has a designated soundtrack per chapter… And write a musical in which the music licensing would be so great that no one would ever be able to make it…)

Expect more news on this late next week when I massacre the first draft for the sake of the second.

(And I’m over my cold. Thanks for the concern, people…)

These things happen…

Dear Mr. Dentith

I recently saw Lom Wang who is suffers from backpain. I treated a needles in his lower region – he will be unable to sit test.

Dr. Law


“I need an A for this course.”

“No, you want an A. You don’t need an A; what you need is a passing grade… Like a C-.”

“I have to get into Law next semester.”

“Admirable. So you’ve come to ask after what to study for the next test…”

“No, I just want you to give me an A.”

“Really? Tell you what, you study really hard for the next test and get full marks…”

“But I’ve failed the course…”

“Don’t be silly; the last test is worth 40%… What did you get for the other tests?”

“I didn’t sit them.”

“… Sorry, why should I give you this A?”

“I have to get into Law next semester or my parents will kill me.”

“I’d recommend police protection then.”

“Do we have any larger bulldog clips? Ah, thanks, that’ll do nicely. Now I just need to find some nipples to pitch.”